157.
Asprawl on lawn in the pose of
Titian’s Danaë in exiguous bikini
she welcomed the island weather the
sun knew her deep
and I looked away at all the other
pictures on the air
every mistake needs its own footnote
everything means he said again
if Offenbach can be a Jew then I can
too
the gondola took all my doubts away
I too heard the dead contralto singing
from the wall
and all my tragic love affairs are
comedies
the Muse told me stick to the skin
you know
the giddy surfaces of human life,
skip the abyss
forget silly Scamander where silly
heroes fight and die.
158.
Only in the heart does the blue
flower grow and tells the one who finds it
climb into your body and drive to the
other side of truth
someone is waiting there and always
for you
the sentimental abstract blood
trickles sweet bite
grasses on the high moors unanimous
in wind
nothing can live at this altitude a
steeple
I want to be at home as things are
but that’s a kind of cardboard Africa
live where no one ever imagined
is that the famous blue flower
or the White Rose of national decency
for which the young students suffered
and died?
